[she hesitates when he hands it over, biting her lip to stifle the argument that wants to spill out. Because she is absolutely going to blame herself. It isn't like he's not going to blame himself either.
She leans in to kiss him, briefly, and rests a hand on the side of his neck. Her free hand clenches around the quill]
I will try not to.
[so she lies instead and, before he can respond, jabs the quill right into the side of his neck, where she knows it'll hit something vital and make his death quick]
Re: DECISION
She leans in to kiss him, briefly, and rests a hand on the side of his neck. Her free hand clenches around the quill]
I will try not to.
[so she lies instead and, before he can respond, jabs the quill right into the side of his neck, where she knows it'll hit something vital and make his death quick]